Rushing quickly into the atmosphere, never tiring of
rhythms playing throughout our lives and into night-
time dreams reminding us of what we've done during the
light of day missing not a single beat.
Melodies keep rushing along on measures of chords, keep-
ing up with time, voices rhyming in the midst of what is
being sung, adjusting and rearranging beats as they're
being played on instruments of music.
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